the 5 senses of us (with the lovely Fia)


Quiet makes a noise
It has a hum
It lulls me to sleep

Noise is just noise
Without meaning to it
A nuisance with no end


Sweat, rank or sweet
depending of who wears it
and how

Smell of rain
steam rising off hot ground
I tremble with anticipation for the storm

Camomile tea
wafting through the air
eases the anxiety in my chest


Tenderly reaching
Still it crumbles
Not diluting the fact I want to feel

Pulse under fingertips
Gauging if I am still here
In the moment of this serenity


Hiking down a too steep incline
I seek stability in tree roots and rocks
hoping my eyes don't betray me and my step slips

Bliss in the curves of your face, your lips
I get lost in the colour your eyes
I can't look away

Heart aches at the news headlines
I can't unsee the dead body on screen
eyelids close but the vision remains


My favourite dish
total mouth-gasm
taste buds in love

Heartbreak tastes like bile in my throat
I would take the taste just to vomit you
from the space you take up inside me


The everlasting wailing
From a broken heart
That your refuse to acknowledge

Words spoken
With hidden meanings
Dripping with pain

Every syllable
Every consonant
Every punctuation
Meant to hit the mark
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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